Post by Katerinu on Oct 4, 2006 19:58:18 GMT -5
[shadow=blue,left,300]The desolate landscape echoed with the horrid sound of complete and utter emptiness. Snow barely rising from the frozen icecaps beneath. So flat... the nothingness so totally seen, the only thing to worry upon in this... not so grand, sleek, setting. Cold, alone, and frozen. A soft wind blew, blowing up small particles, barely even atoms, of snow, swiping against the cold air to cut it and give a soft snap like that of a quick whip. So cold... Just like me.
Rising from the ice, up came a paw. Beneath it was that of the red, swollen pads, tired of stepping upon the cracks of ice. It stepped down, and the male wolf stood himself tall, letting the wind brush over him.
His fur was brown, long and healthy, brushing and dancing itself along his muscular frame in beat with the steady flow of gust. His tail lifted up with it, the black furs tipping it like a kanji brush, so definetly mixed and blended with the brown fur, blowing out sharp for a split second.
His maw was slender, with short black whiskers, and one sharp canine barely visible from beneath his upper lip. His face, like a Yin and Yang symbol, was half black, half brown. Mixing and twisting where his maw pertruded from his face, blending perfectly, as if a talented and well know artist had just painted the perfectly mixed colors there.
Then... there was his eyes...
His body was already one thing intimidating to look at, with the well built muscles of a fighter, then tension forming somewhere along his shape where he was prepared, ready for anything, a sign that he was used to the brutal violence. But... his eyes...
They were an icy blue. A bright, icy blue that, if you dare look, might engulph your being... your soul...
The pupil was barely visible among the ice, the gleaming ice that shimmered with no visible source of light. Eyes that peirced you like the claws of a bear. Eyes that were threatening you without a voice. Eyes that seemed to form an entirely different dimension.
This was who he was.
He was Ferine.
His maw was slender, with short black whiskers, and one sharp canine barely visible from beneath his upper lip. His face, like a Yin and Yang symbol, was half black, half brown. Mixing and twisting where his maw pertruded from his face, blending perfectly, as if a talented and well know artist had just painted the perfectly mixed colors there.
Then... there was his eyes...
His body was already one thing intimidating to look at, with the well built muscles of a fighter, then tension forming somewhere along his shape where he was prepared, ready for anything, a sign that he was used to the brutal violence. But... his eyes...
They were an icy blue. A bright, icy blue that, if you dare look, might engulph your being... your soul...
The pupil was barely visible among the ice, the gleaming ice that shimmered with no visible source of light. Eyes that peirced you like the claws of a bear. Eyes that were threatening you without a voice. Eyes that seemed to form an entirely different dimension.
This was who he was.
He was Ferine.
He gave a grunt of boredom, letting his gaze swipe over the lonely landscape without turning his head even a milimeter. Where had he tread off to now?
No Man's Land?
A feirce growl erupted at the memories flooded back to him, and he gave a snort, tossing his head back to clear his mind.
No Man's Land?
A feirce growl erupted at the memories flooded back to him, and he gave a snort, tossing his head back to clear his mind.
He bowed his head to the ground, taking in the scent of the snow, and he leapt backwards in anger, snorting and puffing out the scent.
Mating Grounds.
How could he let himself to be led to such a defiled place such as this? This wasn't him. He would probably be chased out in the next five seconds...
Mating Grounds.
How could he let himself to be led to such a defiled place such as this? This wasn't him. He would probably be chased out in the next five seconds...
Five seconds passed.
No one came...
No one came...
He slit his eyes, warning off any stray wolf in the misted distance, and let himself pad slowly through.
What would happen here?
Anything?
Would a beast even dare greet him?
Of course not...
Still, he took his time, lowering himself, his muscles tensing ever more, continously.
What would he do if he came in contact with a female?
Tell her to back off.
What of male?
Face off without hesitation
What would happen here?
Anything?
Would a beast even dare greet him?
Of course not...
Still, he took his time, lowering himself, his muscles tensing ever more, continously.
What would he do if he came in contact with a female?
Tell her to back off.
What of male?
Face off without hesitation
That was who he was...
This is how he is...
This is how he is...
(Sorry for the long post, I got bored and decided to make an intro on here, and inspiration flooded me. Eh, don't kill me. *scrunches eyes and flinches*)
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